The own art of repairing reminiscent tones
trying to resist
So dissonant and clear, hath one not had enough?
hath given a new light
In-sane, in and out of veer
our own sacred sharing
Love thus showed me seared
under a myth of tongue
In and down, thy mirror basks the fate
awry from our ancient bones
Subtle attempt leads diminished rejects
relayed through thy fallacies
For what do lines lead to?
eager to learn
When all but ceases to exist
for what is the world but life and death?
Perhaps one’s love breathing like a rose
in prose we speak
In the midst of lips from so shallow within
needless to be still
Leaves thy own question to breathe
echos conceal the haunting
Thou shall never appeal
sedated by thy hands of time
Behold the soliloquy of the heart
to find out is to succeed
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